So this is my first moderately adult piece of literature. I tried. That's all I can say.

Grace walked down the staircase in an elegant floral dress that fell off her shoulders, every hair perfectly in place on her head, and a pearl necklace that Oliver gave her for her birthday last year, and one pair of eyes set on her. She was beauty not to be denied, and Oliver knew it. As she continued her journey down the stairs, she smiled, looking only at him, seeing only him. He held out his hand, which she accepted, and pulled her into his embrace. Her face was only inches from his, and she was so beautiful. He leaned in, eager to touch her lips with his…

"Mr. Warbucks?" came a young girl's voice from behind his bedroom door. He rolled over, checking the clock on his nightstand. It was 8:30. He groaned. How had he overslept, again? He quickly grabbed his robe and pulled it on as he went to open the door to no one. Annie had already given up and headed down to breakfast. He stuck his head out the door, only to see the woman who was haunting his dreams. She saw him, and smiled, before quickly casting her gaze downward, avoiding his as she continued down the hallway. He looked after her, a smile appearing on his own face. She was so shy, shyer than he was. Wait, when had he ever been shy? Grace had changed him so much, and Annie had made him realize that. He went back in his room and got dressed, quickly heading down to breakfast.

Grace sat doing some paperwork in Oliver's office, but she kept getting the feeling that he was watching her instead of getting any work done. She stole a glance his way, and saw that he was indeed staring at her. She smiled at went back to her papers.

Oliver stared at Grace. When had she come to be known as Grace? He was her secretary… whom he was in love with. He didn't even notice when she looked up at him. He was going over his dream in his head. Her lips were so close to his, and her body was so soft against his. What he wanted to do right now was to kiss her, like he had never kissed anyone in his life.

"Oliver?" Grace asked, snapping him out of his reverie. "Oliver, are you alright?"

"Um, yes I'm fine, Grace. Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night." He responded, rubbing his temples, trying to get the image of her in his arms out of his head. "I think we need a break." He said, standing up and stretching. Grace smiled, but remained seated.

"Let's go out to the garden for lunch, what do you say, Grace?" He asked, walking over to her and offering his hand, which she accepted.

In the garden, Grace and Oliver sat at a table, talking comfortably with each other, even though Oliver felt as if he could hardly breathe every time she looked his way. She kept looking at him, as if trying to read his thoughts. He looked at her, and smiling, said:

"Grace, what are you thinking about?" She quickly went from smiling to blushing.

"I…I was wondering why you were looking at me like that in your office earlier." She whispered shyly, staring down at her hands.



Oliver looked surprised, and then embarrassed, as he answered, "Well, I, um..." but he cut off quickly when Annie rounded the corner, eager to join Oliver and Grace for lunch.

Grace shut the door to Annie's room, and started toward her own bedroom, passing Oliver's. She thought about what he was doing at the moment. Probably getting ready for bed, or perhaps he was down in his lounge, having a drink. She knew she shouldn't be thinking of him at all. After all, he was her employer, but she still couldn't help but to think about what his lips would feel like on hers, on her body, Oliver taking her into his arms and kissing her. She shouldn't be thinking like that, yet she was.

Oliver was in his bedroom, thinking about what he knew he should do. For weeks, Grace had been haunting his dreams, and he knew he would never sleep without her, without telling her his secret, the secret that he had kept buried for years. He loved Grace Fahrell, and he could not keep it a secret to himself any longer. He opened his door, walking quickly to Grace's room. He knocked on her door authoritatively, and she quickly answered, clad only in her sheer silk robe.

"Yes, Mr. Warbucks?" She asked, drawing her robe more tightly around her.

"Grace…I…" Oliver was struck dumb by the sight of her. He momentarily forgot what his purpose for coming here had been. But he quickly recovered, shaking his head slightly, and continuing. "Grace, I need to have a word with you, about our….future."

"Sir, I was just getting ready for bed. Couldn't…"

"Grace, it's Oliver, remember?" He interrupted, taking one of her hands in his. She stepped aside, allowing him access to her room. She shut the door quietly behind him. He wanted to talk…about their future?

"Yes, Mr.-Oliver?" she corrected herself sheepishly, avoiding his gaze. Did he want to fire her?

"I have something very important to tell you, Grace." He stated, sitting on the edge of the nearest surface, which happened to her bed. He pulled her down next to him, and she sat, rather uncomfortably, next to him. "Grace, I need to tell you that I…well…"

'Oh dear, what is he going to say? Am I going to be fired? What did I do?' Grace thought feverishly to herself, tears brimming in her eyes. She looked down, but Oliver ran his hand along her jaw, bringing her head up until she held his gaze.

"Grace, why on earth are you crying? Don't you know how much I love you?" He asked, frightened he had somehow offended her. Grace looked at him, her eyes shining with tears, one slowly sliding down her cheek. Oliver reached up and wiped it away, bringing his face closer to hers. "Grace?"

She looked at him, and smiled, laughing gently. He laughed as well, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. They finally had to break off 

for air, and Oliver looked at her passion-filled eyes with his own. "Grace, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to marry you." He said, kissing her once again.

"Oliver…" She started. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Oliver Warbucks wanted to marry her? She stammered, "Oliver, I love you so much. I would marry you, but, it just isn't done." She finished, new tears forming in her eyes.

"What do you mean it isn't done? People get married all the time." Oliver said, struck dumb by her refusal.

"But I'm your secretary. People would talk. It would ruin your image…"

"Since when have I cared about what other people think?" He asked, chuckling softly, brushing her hair back away from her face. "You are all I've wanted for so long, and I can't wait any longer to have you. Please, Grace, marry me?"

All Grace could do was nod her head as fresh tears fell. She threw her arms around his neck, settling her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat strong in her ear. Her love, her fiancé.

Oliver smiled. He was so close to having what he had always wanted, a family, which Grace and Annie would complete.

So, what does everybody think? I know I should finish my other stories, but I just get random ideas in my head. So please, if you like this and want me to continue, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE R&R!! If only three (3) Tres people review, I will post the next chapter.